The young man with elegantly dyed green hair tips was visibly stunned when he heard Yang Fan's sincere words.
He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly changed how he addressed Yang Fan, asking quietly, "Bro, by 'use her for a bit'... you mean that, right? Really giving one thousand yuan?"
Yang Fan was dumbfounded again.
This little brat actually seemed ready to agree.
Yang Fan kept a straight face, nodded, and said, "Really giving."
"Well, then, how about this, bro, let me discuss it with Zhaodi first. She might not agree," the young man's face now bore a fawning smile, suddenly transforming from a fierce thug blocking the road to a groveling lackey.
All because of one thousand yuan.
Yang Fan suddenly felt like he no longer understood their world.
Back in his school days, holding hands and kissing was enough to believe it was a commitment for life, eternal love.
But just a few years had passed, and had the world changed this quickly?
